CHAPTER 74: CHAPTER 74: ARE YOU A DEVIL?

"Give it to me." James Grant’s tone was as flat as if he was discussing what to eat tonight.

"Pfft—"

Olivia Calder couldn’t hold it in.

James Grant really went extreme, won’t this just enrage Amber Whitman?

Realizing it, Evelyn Clayton almost couldn’t suppress her smile and immediately handed over the exquisitely wrapped gift box with tender affection.

"James, this is the first gift I’m giving you, be sure to keep it well!"

James Grant took it with both hands, his slightly cold eyes softening a bit, "Thank you, I really like it."

"Brother James, have you gone crazy?!" Amber Whitman was so angry she stomped her feet.

"Still don’t get it? Then I can only say you deserve to be single." Olivia Calder clicked her tongue in wonder, "Young Master Grant really pulled a smooth one! Seems like all those past relationships weren’t in vain."

He used to just be known for charming women, who knew he could also infuriate them.

James Grant didn’t deny it, extending his hand to wrap around Vivian Clayton’s waist, "Let’s go back."

"Mm."

Amber Whitman finally bumped into them, how could she just let James Grant walk away like this?

Her heart hardened, and she blocked their path.

"Brother James, my dad and the others don’t like her, do you want to reconsider? If you insist on marrying her, the Whitman Family might not attend your wedding... that would be quite embarrassing, right?"

Using the Whitman Family as leverage, James Grant wasn’t going to be indifferent.

Even though their ethical relation made it impossible for them to be together, she wouldn’t watch James Grant marry Vivian Clayton!

Mrs. Grant could be anyone, but it absolutely couldn’t be Vivian Clayton!

But unexpectedly, James Grant just curled his lips into a cold smile, "Oh? Then I’ll have someone send wedding candy to the Whitman Family. Make sure to eat it."

With that, James Grant completely ignored Amber Whitman’s ugly expression and left with his arm around Vivian Clayton’s shoulder.

Behind them, Amber Whitman’s jealous face twisted, her nails nearly tore off.

——

Back at the company, James Grant took her to his office.

"Start designing the logo."

"James Grant, are you a devil? Can’t you let me catch my breath?" Evelyn Clayton frowned.

"I’m your fiancé, and your boss." James Grant spoke as if it was only natural.

"Tyrant!"

Vivian Clayton cursed under her breath, resignedly picking up her pen to draw.

James Grant sat on the sofa watching her diligently working back, "Don’t take Amber Whitman’s words to heart. My uncle spoiled her, she blurts out anything without thinking."

"What words?" Vivian Clayton looked up at him in confusion.

She hadn’t even paid attention to Amber Whitman’s rantings.

"It’s about the Whitman Family’s attitude. Marrying you is my decision, and it won’t change because of anyone else’s attitude."

"Ah, that." Vivian Clayton waved it off nonchalantly, "Others’ attitudes aren’t my concern, handle it yourself, just don’t cause a scene at our wedding."

"Okay. I’ll also make it clear to Amber Whitman to keep her distance."

Vivian Clayton didn’t look back, "Her adoration for you is understandable, why be so cold?"

Her tone was as casual as discussing an insignificant matter.

James Grant frowned slightly.

"Let me remind you, Amber Whitman is technically your love rival, you shouldn’t be so indifferent."

Vivian Clayton put down her pen, looking at him seriously, "Let me remind you, we’re only in a contractual engagement. This engagement doesn’t require me to feel jealous or upset about your admirers."

"..."

James Grant was at a loss for words.

Vivian Clayton thought he was just taking the act too seriously.

"James Grant, you need to hone your acting skills a bit more."

Upon hearing this, James Grant’s face darkened like ink, and he got up to leave for the door.

"Where are you going?" Willow Jacobs asked.